Loneliness, Anger, and Discovery
Prologue
Alone. That's all I've known and remembered. The feeling is eating away at my heart as time progresses. Piece by piece I'm slowly losing myself; I could feel it. What better place to experience sadness than the ocean floor?
Stay my child. Be still. I will return. You are safe here. Those were the absolute last words my mother spoke to me. And to her word, I stayed, waiting, hoping, wishing I could see her again.
For seven years I've stayed. For seven years I hoped. For seven years I wished. Seven long years I've survived by myself with no other in this deserted ocean floor. Time made me realize one thing and one thing only. My mother isn't coming home. I am but a lonely being, maturing in the only place where no other being dares to venture.
The cold doesn't bother my body anymore. The darkness does not blind me, but I know it is there. This place, my home at the bottom of the vast ocean, is all I've known for the past eleven years of my life. Mystery surrounds my home. Is there more to this place? I wonder. There must be, there has to. Sounds originate beyond my home. They are as quiet as can be, but if I listen close, I hear them. But...what lies beyond? It haunts my dreams or rather, my life. What if there are beings more aggressive than the currents that pass by on occasion? Will they hurt me? Will I survive?
The horrible thoughts sends shivers down my spine as I try to comfort myself by curling up, floating just above the ocean floor as the currents lightly push my body to their destination. I've become too scared, but I can't stay here any longer. There must be a place in existence where I can be free from these abusive feelings. I'm tired of waiting. Those sounds need to be found. They are calling out to me for exploration. Death may be waiting, but...it's a chance I'm willing to take
One thing remains in my wondrous mind. One thing trying to hold me back.
My mother.
Stay my child. — You are safe here.
She is not coming back.